Intro

As soon as the lights went back up and Rachel practically skipped her way to the front of the music room, I took to studying the other Glee Clubbers' facial expressions to see if they shared my disgust, and I was sorely disappointed. I could see from everyone's faces that they were actually impressed with Rachel's 'Bad Reputation' assignment. All right, even I, her purported arch nemesis, had to agree to some extent too. As much as everybody hated to admit it, she had the talent to pull off that terrible 'Run, Joey, Run' song. She had 'rehabilitated it', in Mr Schue's words, despite the acting that would make even Lindsay Lohan cringe. At least this new version had vocals that knocked every amateur singer out of the water. However, from what I saw, there were a couple of people – besides me – who remained unaffected. Finn, Puck and St. James appeared to be completely unmoved by the video. In fact, they looked downright insulted.

I immediate turned – as quickly and steadily as I could with a preggo belly, mind you – in my seat to face Puck. I had every reason to be angry. He was my boyfriend and what did he do? He went to make some sickeningly suggestive video with Rachel Berry, the one girl I really do not have any patience left for. Wasn't it enough that she had to tell Finn about the baby? Did she have to take him and Puck too?

I was about to yell at Puck for going behind by back about this when Finn spoke first. "What the hell, Rachel? What was that about?"

"I agree, what's going on?" St. James spat out. "I thought you and I were going out!"

"You know, I had a feeling this was gonna be a bad idea when you asked me to do this!" Puck piped up. "I knew you had to have something up your sleeve!"

I glared daggers at him. Boys were either stupid or… Oh God, who was I kidding? There was no alternative.

"You could have at least said no," I snapped at him, crossing my arms and putting on my best bitch face. It was the best mechanism. It worked on everyone. It scared them into submission.

"Come on, babe." Puck turned to look at me as though I was crazy. I hated it when he used words like 'babe' with me. I mean, seriously, way to objectify, you idiot. "You know me. If you keep me on a rein too long and I can't get my fix, I can't be a good father."

Fine, so the bitch face worked on everyone except Noah Puckerman, apparently.

My eyes narrowed and I wished so badly that I could shoot laser beams through his thick skull and fry his brain to a crisp. We've been through this a million times – no monogamy, no relationship – and if he couldn't even keep to that deal, there was nothing more to do except clobber him to death with a metal pipe-

"I think you're all overreacting a pinch," Rachel squeaked from where she was in front of the projector screen, interrupting my pleasant train of thought regarding the dismembering of my boyfriend. "Th-th-this was just an artistic expression reflecting the song I chose-!"

"No, it isn't," Finn exclaimed, repulsed. "It's you trying to fix whatever crappy reputation you have! You just want to look like some trashy slutty singer girl who can get some so people'll start to forget you were at the bottom of that Glist!"

Just the mention of the word 'Glist' made my heart rate speed up considerably. Starting that list was probably the worst idea I'd ever had, and I felt really guilty about it, but if I revealed myself, I would never hear the end of it; plus, I'd be suspended. As if being stripped of my position as head cheerleader, being kicked out of my parents' place, and becoming a teenage mother didn't already ruin my rep enough. I wanted to be a bad girl for the attention, sure, but I wasn't stupid. I needed to get to college with the best possible track record as far as the school administration was concerned. So I kept quiet and let them all argue it out.

"Being triple cast with two other dudes in your girlfriend's music video is degrading, Rachel! It's totally humiliating. How could you put me through this?" St. James bellowed. Immediately people around me were rolling their eyes at his antics. All right, so I knew he was a total drama queen like Rachel, but somehow I could tell he was really hurt and none of it was an act at all. I couldn't help it. I sympathised with him pretty quickly.

St. James swiftly pushed himself to his feet, knocking his chair over in the process. "I should have been enough for you, Rachel," he remarked coldly before storming out of the room. He didn't even bother with the door slam like most drama queens would.

"Jesse, wait!" Rachel called out after him. Great, why did she have to sound like such a wounded puppy? This was her fault! Now I'm feeling sorry for her too. All these pregnancy hormones must make me like my enemies a bit too much.

Finn got up to leave too but Puck didn't. He was looking intently at me, as if finally realising how I was feeling. At the same time, everyone was staring at me, as though they were waiting for me to fully explode like St. James had, or throw a shoe at Puck or something. Puck kept trying to take my hand but I pulled it away from him every time. My shoulders were beginning to quiver as I struggled not to cry in front of everybody. I was still so self-conscious, even after being entirely shamed right before their eyes so many times over. I couldn't take this anymore. If I didn't stand up for myself I would be known as the pregnant girlfriend who could be pushed around. That certainly wasn't going to happen. This was Quinn Fabray, head bitch in charge, thank you very much. So I got knocked up and people thought I'd lost my spark to Santana because of it. Well, they were wrong. Nobody pushed me around if I could help it.

"We've talked about this." But damn, I couldn't even get my voice over a mutter – that was how choked up and upset I was. I took deep, shaky breaths to calm myself down. "If you can't stop fooling around with every other girl in school just because I don't give it up to you every day, we are done. I forget you exist. This baby becomes nobody's because you're not part of my life anymore. I don't want to do this but congratulations, you just made that decision so much easier. Now you're free to be with every other girl in your dreams – no strings attached. Just what you wanted."

I stood up and floundered down the choir room steps, ignoring Mercedes's and Tina's outstretched arms to help me, and stumbled out clutching my belly. I only let my tears freely fall when I had reached the end of the hallway by the school's front steps, where I collapsed in a messy, crying heap.

A/N: This is an experiment yet again. I know I haven't actually revealed anything just yet, but it's just a prologue. Wanted to have some feedback, because I really like this AU pairing (Jesse/Quinn aka St. Fabray) and would not want to screw it up. This is my first ever Glee fic, so I'm quite excited. Should I continue it? Should it still remain in first person? I'd like to know :) Thanks so much for reading!